Wisdom Teeth Extraction

Everyone who said "it's not that bad" is a freakin' liar! This is terrible, terrible...and I wouldn't wish this kind of pain on my worst enemy. Let me give you a little recap of my past 52 hours.

Tuesday @ 1:00:
The surgeon tells me that unfortunately my bottom two wisdom teeth are going to cause me quite a bit of a problem. Apparently if I had taken care of them sooner, I would have been fine. The bottom two teeth grew in and got too big. The root grew down, and it wrapped around the nerves below my gums. He said the top ones would quit hurting in about two days, but the bottom ones would cause me quite a bit of pain until about Sunday. 

He wasn't lying.

Fast forward to Tuesday @ 1:25:
I wake up in tears even though I was knocked out. How does that even happen? I was still out of it, but I was in horrible pain from the second I woke up. My grandma wanted to drop me off at home before she got my prescription, but I wasn't having it. I needed painkillers.

I know almost everyone goes through this in their life, and you might even think I'm being a baby. Let me clarify. My top two teeth haven't hurt me one bit. It's those bottom two that were a problem from the start. 

Tuesday around 2:00:
I got home and took my pain killers. That was an ordeal. I was bleeding a lot and I couldn't take a pill without swallowing a lot of blood, which instantly made me nauseous. I slept the rest of the day and only woke up to take medicine, which made me sick every time. 

I've been alternating Vicodin and Ibuprofen every two hours, and taking Amoxicillin three times per day. Every time I get close to medicine time, the pain becomes almost unbearable in my bottom teeth. The first day I would just lay there and cry. 

I thought I would be taking less and less Vicodin by now, but I can't or my mouth starts throbbing and makes me feel funny. Not to mention the terrible pain and my swollen cheeks. Here's a picture of my cheeks today:

You can tell they are slightly swollen, but the real swelling is on the inside of my mouth. My inner cheeks have swollen over my teeth, causing cuts and bleeding inside of my mouth. I'll spare you a nasty picture of the inside of my mouth.

So far I've only eaten mashed potatoes, pudding, blended veggie soup, and ice cream. I decided to try some macaroni and cheese for dinner, but it really hurt to try and chew (all my bottom teeth are sensitive). 

Looks like it's back to this delicious carrot soup tomorrow:

This turned out to be a really bad week to do this. Josh's uncle passed away and his wake was tonight. We went for a little bit and I was all loopy (thanks to the Vicodin) while we were there. The funeral is in the morning. Then tomorrow evening, I signed up for this painting class for my friend's birthdays, but I honestly am not feeling up to it at all. I feel like crap and I just want to lay here, sleep, watch Homeland, and do nothing. After the painting class, I'm supposed to go see my friend Katie for her going away party. She's moving to KC for a nursing job. Any other time, I would be way excited about tomorrow's festivities (funeral excluded), but I'm not sure how I'm gunna make it through the evening. I'm just hoping that tomorrow I'm feeling much better! 

So if you want some words of wisdom, here they are: Get your wisdom teeth removed before you're in your 20's or leave those suckers in your mouth for life. This it totally not worth it!

Running is Fun!

Running is fun.

Running is fun.

Running is fun...

If I keep saying it, maybe I'll believe it! While I certainly don't think running is fun, it is fun to see my time go down. Here's my time for my latest outdoor, hilly, 1 mile run:

This was Friday. We went camping and on a float trip this weekend, and we had a really great time. This was our third annual family float trip, and we got some family members to come who haven't in the past. This made me happy! I love hanging out with my family. 

I hate almost all mixed drinks because they are just way too sweet for me, but I made a great river drink this weekend. It was Skinny Girl Cucumber Vodka, club soda, and a splash of Diet 7-Up. Super refreshing and not too sweet! 

I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled on Tuesday, so it's not going to be a great week for working out. But hey, I'll probably only be eating Jello, pudding, and soup so hopefully I won't gain weight.

Have a good week!

Keep on keepin' on!

I went for another one mile run today. 

Yesterday, my time was 9:48. 
Today, my time was...

14 seconds faster, although I felt like I was going slower today. 

The two sided battle in my mind (stop or keep going, quit or push harder) started much quicker today than yesterday. 

When I told a good friend about how excited I was that I finished a whole mile without quitting in 9:48 yesterday, I got a response that went something like this:

Skeptical face over my excitement.
"Really? That's kind of slow I thought."
End conversation. 

What started off feeling like a huge accomplishment suddenly made me self conscious and embarrassed. 

Running

Today I've been thinking about something I've had a love/hate relationship with my entire life: Running. 

This morning I decided to go for a run, so I put on my running shoes and headed outside.

Some people are just born to run. I get it. The wind in your hair. The outdoor scenery. The Britney Spears workout music bumpin'. It's a time just for yourself. As I took off down my street this morning and looked up at the beautiful clouds, this is exactly how I was feeling, but then...

I started getting really hot. It's a humid day in St. Louis, but I continued on. I was stupid and took the wrong way for my mile run because I put the big hill towards the end. 

It started getting hard to breath. "In through your nose, out through your mouth," I repeated in my head like a mantra. I had to convince myself to continue every single step for the last 1/4 mile. Pure and unnecessary torture. 

But then, my friends, I was home. The whole mile without stopping to walk. I felt victorious, out of breath, and happy. So as I said before...it's a love/hate relationship. 

This picture I saw on Pinterest exactly describes the constant battle going on in my head during running:

I just came across this "how to run" information when I got home. Allow me to embarrass myself. When I used to play select soccer, my coach told me that my running form was incorrect (which is why I was so slow even when I was in good shape). They brought in a running coach to teach me the correct way to run. I felt like a real winner that day!

So here's to more running in the next few weeks!

Weak Core

I did a core workout today, and man am I sore already. I'll be seriously shocked if I can move in the morning. The funny thing is...it was only 20 minutes! Wtf mate?! I thought I was getting strong, but apparently not that strong...

That is all.

Sweet dreams!

DietBet & Lack of Schedule

Current Weights: 149.9 lbs.

Down 46.1 lbs. from the start

9.9 lbs. until my goal

So I weighed in today for the DietBet, and it looks like I am a winner! Hooray! On Sunday, I was weighing in at 149 (I needed to be at 150.9), and I had to weigh in my results the following day on Monday. I ate at a deficit and worked out, only to see that I was at 151.3 the following morning, and could therefore not weigh in as a winner. Annoying! I hate when my weight fluctuates for no apparent reason. Luckily, I was good to go this morning at 149.9 lbs. I don't know how much I won yet, but I can't wait to find out. I currently have about $95 I can cash in, plus we have about $50 on Josh's account as well. 

Enough rambling...the reason for this post is because I am proud of myself. I weighed in today and was absolutely starving. Luckily we have no food in our house right now because I literally wanted to eat any and everything. I considered ordering pizza, going to Subway, driving through Taco Bell...the possibilities were endless. Fortunately it was raining, and I decided to go for a bowl of cereal instead. 

Everytime I get into the 140s I always feel accomplished, take it easy, screw everything up, and then get mad at myself. Well not this time! I'm going to continue to work my butt off because in 9.9 more pounds, I'm getting a new tattoo! And I have a feeling that once I hit 140, know that I worked extremely hard and was able to lose 56 pounds in less than a year, and get an awesome new tattoo...it's going to be one of the best feelings in the entire world.